Tag: ourpoetry
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A more radio friendly version of my piece “Peak Milwaukee Queer Culture” played on Riverwest Radio today!
You can listen to the episode here. -Allēna
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We wrote object poems in workshop today.
faceless blessings in disguise looking askance at gift horseswith bejeweled eyesare they empty or full to the brimdo I hoard them or do I give them away is it finally my time to come out of hidingafter all the time that was stolen from me this little thing is winking at me offscreen I think…
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Well, I TRIED to perform at a domestic violence spoken word event my friend organized today.
But I got so fuckin triggered that I couldn’t do it, which honestly says a lot about how effective the writers and organizer were, and ended up eating my favorite Milwaukee comfort food, Mad Chicken, instead. Emerson was also a phenomenal comfort. -Allēna
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“18”
about our experiences at St. John’s College in Annapolis, MD I was only 18 when you lost me it was more than just a flesh wound I had just lost my father, it was second semester and everyone there was different, more liberal orleft leaning than me alcoholics alone in their dorms, trying to wash…
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I wrote this today. It’s called “why I love you”.
you asked me once suspended over a chasm of grief why I loved you I couldn’t string the words around you to tell you thenso I shall attempt to tell you now you are a lavender field earth still wet from spring rainand loving you is learning to dance again hair still wet through the…
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Allēna performed a very vulnerable piece tonight at Poet’s Monday.
This is called “body politics.” Here is the performance. -Australis, he/him, hello, I’m new.
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OUR LINNEMAN’S FEATURE HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED ON THEIR WEBSITE!
We’re going to be featured at Poet’s Monday on January 5th. We’re going to be the first feature of the year! See more details here. -Peri
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This is a new poem called “your god is a boning knife” about my time in the Mormon Church.
the god of your dreaming world is a boning knifemade to pry black from white good from evil, the same from the otherthe wheat from the chaffyou’ve made the sacred into a weapon, a tool and reality into delusion the god of your dreaming world is a crowbar made to pry denial from the self…
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untitled 11/16/2025
the wind in the trees outside my window sounds like waves and occasionally I get a scent that takes me backbefore four unhappy new years wore me down I am less agoraphobic now but this smell is fall’s last breath as it collapses into winter and I collapsed then, tooI thought I’d seen the last…